I see you peeking over the fence from your yard. You're tired of your mom playing the same old one hit wonders and want something different. You can smell the steaks on the grill and all the rockstars of the block laughing it up on the patio. The tiki lights are lit and we are living it up. Get your ass in here, but shut the gate behind you. Don't let the damn dog out. Last time, he humped the neighbors shizhu and bred seven bull shits. FML!